My friend's wedding

My Friends wedding

Today I attended the marriage reception of one of my very close friend. I could not attend her marriage ceremony as it was in a far off city. Frankly, even if it would have been in city near to me, I doubt if I would have attended it. You know, its so boring all those marriage rituals…. I would not have been able to talk to her( that is my friend) as she would be busy in her marriage. And I don’t know anyone else in her family. Just imagine, what I would have done if I would have attended the marriage. Just sit on a chair and watch her getting married. What a bore thing to do…thank god, it was in a far off city; at least I got an excuse.

But nevertheless, I am very happy for her. She has got a very good husband, who would keep her happy. (Not just wishful thinking….sincerely prays for it.) Sitting on a chair and watching her on the stage with her husband brought back all the memories of those 4 months, when we were together at the Infosys training at Mysore, almost 4 years back. Till date, those 4 months are among the best moment of my life. I made some good friends there, some of who are still among my best friends. We ate together, studied together, had fun together. Those late nights sitting with friends on the benches….

It was almost after 4 years that I saw her…. But she looked the same to me. ….may be a bit of put up of weight…..but dressed in a bridal dress with all those heavy jewellery ( god knows how the girls bear with those), she was looking very beautiful….. her husband is really lucky to have her as a wife. They make a very good couple…

But here again, I was lonely…. She was surrounded by her relatives, in laws, and other well wishers. Could not talk to her much…there were many things to talk….but seems it wil have to wait….so just sat again on that stupid chair, waiting for another of my friend who was supposed to come for the reception…. Why do these girls take so much of time…. She came after I had warmed the seat for more than 2 hours….cant complain much….she is well within her norm of 3 hour late…and who wants to complain, when she is the only company I can hope to get there….( frankly, no good girls in the crowd…weren’t they informed that I have agreed to attend the reception..???)…

10 things i would like to do before i die

This is the list of things that I can think of that I would like to do before I die..

1. Go for a world tour…preferably on a yatch…
2. Own a Mercedes.
3. See my name on the newspaper/TV for some good reason.
4. Fulfill all the wishes and desires of my parent.
5. Learn and play guitar.
6. Learn swimming
7. Go for a exotic spa massage
8. Earn enough of money so that my children don’t need to worry
9. Take my parents to all the places they want to visit.
10. Make my dear friend understand how much I care for her.
11. Spend some quality time with my dearest friend.
12. Do something good to someone whom I don’t know which would make his life better.

Parents....

I love you mummy & papa…

Today I watched the special episode of Sa re ga ma…it was a parents special.. where the contestants sang the song dedicating to their parents. There were many touchy songs…with senti moments…children sharing their experience…parent sharing their love for their kids…and seeing all these made my eyes moist…but unlike the past instance, it was the tears of happiness….happiness for my parents…and thanks to the God for giving me such a caring and lovely parent. Watching the episode, all the memories o ftime spent with them were flasing in fornt of my eyes… their struggle, their love, never once denying anything to me…. I don’t remember the single moment when my mother had scolded me or father had even showed his eyes in anger to me…

And now I am here in Hyderabad….miles away from them…..making my career….but I miss them a lot..i may not show my emotion to them… I may not have ever said to them…but I care a lot for them…I respect them…
I have many plans for them…I want to take them for a tour around the world….In the course of taking care of family, they have sacrificed many worldly desires of their… but have never once complained about it…I promise that I will fulfill all of them…its my promise to you mummy…..

Whats happeining to me

Don’t know what is happening to me…feeling nostalgic….feeling like crying…feeling lonely…as if there is no one for me….dont know why…everything is here…frnds….money…tv…then why I am feeling so low….have already cried some days back…then how come so much tears are there in my eyes…have never cried so much in my life that I have cried in the past 2 months…don’t know why…there is no reason for me to cry…now I am crying even for small things…watching movies…some senti scene comes, I feel a bump in my throat…felt like crying when I went for friend’s marriage reception…should have been the opposite…I should have been happy..watched love aaj kal…felt like crying for most of the part of the film..esp the last part……
God knows what is happening to me….Can somebody please help me……

I am Back

So.. after a long break, I am back in the world of blogging..
I had been writing blogs in laptop but could not upload it..
SO will upload some of the blogs written so far...

What is Friendship.....A honest view..

This is a post by one of my friend...


Friendship.. a Word which everyone of us has heard of. We all have many Friends in our life. At every phase of life we make friends.
When we take birth and learn to walk and talk then we have friends of our age in our neighbor. In most cases our siblings are our friends. Then we go to school and there we make many friends. We count and compare with our other friends as to who has maximum number of friends. We feel happy.

Slowly as we grow we further make friends, some of our old friends are left behind and some remain with us. This process continues as we continue our journey and by the time where I am i.e. doing about to finish my PG course, end my classroom study life I have many friends right from childhood.

But now a question comes to my mind as to Who are FRIENDS???? What is FREINDSHIP????

Nice question but with not just one reply. The answer is very subjective.
For some people it is a great bond that can never be broken, for them friends are everything. For some as people say it is like a chewing gum, chew it and throw it (I don’t at all like this definition, but sometimes it is a fact).
No doubt friendship has many definitions which changes with our relation we share with various people around us. With some we are in close contact, with some we are in a formal contact that is alive till the time we are together at the work place.
But this is life…..
At times we consider someone as a very good friend, but the other person does not and this might be hurting also.
Here I would like to say that friendship is a matter of feelings and this feeling should be absolutely unconditional.
“Fate decides our Relatives and we Decide our Friends”. Relations may be conditional but friendship; it should be unconditional and like a free bird with no restrictions.

Hence in end I would like to say that try to have atleast one friend who is there with you to guide you, to help you, to give you a shoulder when you want to cry and bring a smile on your face, to be in times of joy and…. And…..Simply be there for you!!!!!

Some memorable moments of my life

"Life is not how many moments we live. Its how much you live in each moments."

There have been many moments in my life which are memorable and am sure that I will not forget them for the rest of my life. Below are some of them. They are not in any particular order or ranking. Just writing them as I remember them.

1. Getting selected for Infosys( 2004). Getting selected during the college placement has a distinct felling. A sense of achievement, pride, and full of confidence. Especially when the company's name is "Infosys".

2. Getting selected for MBA( 2007). Doing MBA was my ambition from the Engineering days. And getting selected to a high ranking college was an added bonus. More than me, I could see the happiness and pride on my parents face.

3. KSHITIJ(2003-05) . This was like a baby for me. It was the first national level event that I along with my friends organized in the college. Right from planning it with Ashwini to looking after all the areas till the conclusion. It was a hectic but memorable moment of my life. And it was here that I made a friend who over the time has become one of mine best friend. I know she will read this post one day and feel the same.

4. My first profit in Shares. Nothing can beat the sweet smell of money. Over the years, I have made a lot of money in stock market. But I still remember the first profit that I booked on mine small investment. However small it may seem, It holds the same place that is reserved for the "first salary".

5. My first(and only) surprise Birthday party( 2008). Its always good to know that there are some people who care for you and can go that extra mile to make your day.
And what a memorable day that was!!. Thanks you guys(and gals !! )...i love you all...

6. Time spend at Mysore. (2005-06). The 4 months that I spent in Infosys Mysore campus for training will always remain the best time spent apart from the home. I made some life long friend there.

7. 22-23 December, 2007. These days will remain in my memory forever. It was the time spent with my best friend and I will cherish every moment of it. It was on that day that I realized what a friendship means.

“For you, a thousand times over”

Its very seldom that I feel like writing a book review despite claiming myself a voracious reader. But ever since I read this book, I feel that I will be doing an injustice if I don't write few words for this "great" book.

The book I am talking about is "the Kite Runner" by Khaled Hosseini.

Very often, the writer starts writing an autobiography or a biography but ends up with nothing more than personal thoughts. He just enforces his beliefs, most of which are "correct" and never tries to show his negative aspect. But this is not the case with this book.
This is a story of Aamir and his constant 'guilt'. Written in the backdrop of changing environment of Afghanistan, it shows how the once beautiful and lively country went transformed to almost a "hell". But these are just the subplots, even thought they are central to the story. As I said, this is mainly the story of Aamir and his "guilt".

Aamir is a well to to boy, and has a servant cum companion Hassan. Hassan is totally devoted to Aamir and is willing to give his life for Aamir at the drop of hat. He is the one who serves him food in the morning, plays with him and is excited when Aamir reads story to him. And despite Aamir making fun of him for his lack of education, he is grateful to him. But whole thing changes on that dreadful kite championship day, which although Aamir wins, but looses his self respect as he betrays Hassan. And this act of his haunts him till the very end. How he lives with this guilt and how he amends for it, forms the rest of the story. In between, is the story of his father's past, his own love life and the frighting picture of Taliban.

One of the reason for the book’s popularity is due to livid description of situation in Afghanistan, and the story has very beautifully given a snapshot of the disaster that has taken place over two decades. But it’s a story about people. The story is about human feelings, its about his short comings. The story shows how we can become very weak when we are expected to be brave and stand for our loved ones. And how the same person can withstand the might of the world just to undo his wrong deeds. It very delicately introduces us to the mind of Aamir at various points of his life. As a child, as a friend, master to a servant, child longing for his fathers attention and affection, an achiever, a looser, a lover, a fighter, a coward, person frightened to death, a person determined to achieve, etc. And all these attributes have been so skillfully portrayed, that we can compare ourself with Aamir at one point or the other. I for myself could find many instances where I had the same feelings as that of Aamir.

Now about the title of this post. This line have been repeated may be 2-3 times in the book. But from the very first time it was said to the very last time, which is also the last line of the book, it remain in the mind of the reader. And it is strange because it is not even a complete sentence. But the sheer force of this line tells a lot. It speaks of loyalty, love, affection,trust,and whatever good you can think of. It also speaks of the pain. The pain of neglect, the pain of belongingness, the pain of want.

I would recommend this book to anyone who has a liking for a bit of drama, bit of action but basically is interested in reading a quality book. A book which rips open the human mind. Be prepared to feel sad, angry and be open to interpretation. I am still to decide what would I have done had I been in Aamir place?. Or for that matter, in Hassan place on the "Kite championship day" ?,

Lonely again

I don't know whats happening to me. Am I going through some depression ?. I don't think so. Then why is it that I am feeling sad today...Infact very sad...and the strange thing is that not a drop of tear has fallen. Has the god made men this way, or had my tears abandoned me ?. The last time I felt so, one of my good friend has given me words of encouragement. I don't know if I am still eligible for that also. May be God is testing me..Putting me through the stress test to find out how strong I am. Oh god, I pray....DONT put me through this. I may not pass.
Had a blast here in Ahmadabad yesterday and the parents were worried. Me missing home....my parents. Even watched K3G movie...May sound strange as have exams from tomorrow.

Hmmm...cant write more now..got to study..though will be very difficult to do that.

The mystry called "FE"

Disclaimer : The owner of this blog bears no responsibility for this post here. The opinions expressed are the personal feeling of the author. ( Its just a coincidence that they are the same person).

This is a story of an above intelligence boy, studying in a "reputed" MBA college. He is considered among his friends a " studious" guy ( Although the truth is known only by him and God). He mostly gets good grades in the exams( thanks to the CGPA method).
Having passed the first year with good grades, he enters the second year with lot of hope, passion, anxiety and enthusiasm. He opts for finance, as it is considered to be more lucrative in terms of pay package. He has the dream of becoming the next big shot in the finance world. But alas, only if pigs could fly....

The first term of the second year is still not over and he has begun to doubt the wisdom of his decision. If the trailer is so dangerous, then how will that poor mortal survive the movie ?. Just to give you a glimpse of his miserable life, here is an account in his own words of one of his class :

"This is FE class, the Financial Elective class. The seniors have warned me not to take this course. Everyone said it is hard. But why will I listen to them ?. I am the Mr Know-it-all. Anyways, " ab liya hain to padho". So, first class goes without any major hiccups. ( Mainly because it was the revision of whatever we have studied last year). And then the real problem starts. Starting from the second class, I am a mute spectator in the class. Mute because I don't want to open my mouth and divulge my "lack of knowledge". And spectator because I just watch everyone contributing to the class discussion. I mean, the faculty is teaching the same thing to every one, Every one is listening the same thing. Then why is it that they can grasp, understand and respond and I cannot. Am I so dumb witted ?. If I can quote the dialogue of a movie, then " All the words are flying".

They say this subject is vital to finance. If it is so, then it explains why the finance guys are always worried. IT also explains the reason for high ratio of stress for finance guys that other department. Why was this subject created. Weren't they satisfied with integral calculus that they invented this elective ?. I just look from one face to other in the class. most are listening to the class or may be trying to do so. Ruefully, not many beautiful faces in the class to stare and spare my mind of the torture. How am I ever gonna pass this exam. I know this is against ethics and is a bad thing to do, but I sincerely hope that there are some more students like me or even "dumb" than me. That is the only way for me to pass this exam. May god provide strength to mine weak heart to fight this battle." Amen.

I am back

Ok...Here I am back after my summer internship with RBI, and visit to home..

Back to college...full of juniors...some very pretty..But along with it comes the studies...the second year of MBA..that too in finance...The first few day itself gave the glimpse of what is to come further...I just look blankly at the faces of my classmates, who don't know how, seems to know everything...How the hell do they know so much..Did they study something extra, which I did not..

Anyways...whats the use of complaining now..I should have thought about it in the first year itself...But I know I will not give up so easily..I will fight..

A TRIP TO BARODA … Part 2

This is in continuation to the last post of Baroda Trip part 1 .

So where was I?? yes, so finally she settled in her seat. and I settled to my job..i.e. watching her. She must be around 24 years ( although it is hard to tell the real age of girls with the modern makeups), fair, with a very good figure and an innocent smile which could make mountains move.

Is she married..?? no way to know..she has covered her head by some cloth which looks to me more like a piece of bed sheet than anything else. Cant see her 'mangalsutra' although it may be that it is hidden under her top where I can't see.( so sad)..
So, as they say in cricket, the benefit of doubt goes to me, and it is decided that she is not married.

Now my mind starts thinking ways to talk to her. Should I go near her and ask for a magazine or something( how silly..), or should I just pass by her, pick her dropped handkerchief, hand it to her and start conversation on some pretext or other...?( Alas, the moment i think of this excellent plan, she picks up her handkerchief.)

More than an hour passes in thinking the means and ways to approach her. I had now only an hour left of journey. And as if god heard my heart voice, I see that she has closed the book she was reading and is looking around. And before she turns towards my side, I very quickly set my hair, wipe off the sweat from face and bring a pepsodent smile on my face. This whole otherwise lengthy process took just 2 seconds..wow...And finally our eyes meet. I give her my million dollar smile. Not sure what her face expression meant. It was a mixture of amazement, mischief, annoyance, and a large part was of confusion. I don't understand why such a look. I mean, where else she could have seen such a handsome, smart boy smiling at her. I think she must be thanking her stars and so such a look.

Anyways, after a second or so, she also gave a smile. Although not the family pack colgate like mine, but certainly the trial offer pack. And I knew that I have won half the battle. Isn't it that some great men have said that " ladki hansi to fansi".
So, now what?. What to do now?. This was the question going in my mind. And it was here that my inexperience in such matter was causing me problem. Had it been some stud of my college, I know by now, he must have had her mobile number and god knows what else...
But here I was sitting just thinking what to do next. And I am very much sure the same must have also been going in her mind.

So, before I continue with what I did or rather did not do, here's a million dollar question to all of you.

Question: What should I have done ?...

The best answer will get a personally signed thank you note from a very great person. (Don't ask me the name. It has been withhold due to security reason. Just a hint, His name starts with 'A').

to be continued......